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The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club

A Suspenseful Biker romance about a beggar and an Enforcer. I was on the streets until I wasn't. They took me, fed me, and clothed me. For a time I was happy until he came back. I had five years to accept his chains, my monster. He owned me until I met the Enforcer of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club. His name was Zero. He wasn't just an Enforcer. He was a stone-blooded killer. Beggar I've never known a day of being normal or having a hot plate of food to eat. I don't even know what it feels like to have a bath. The streets of Washington have been my home since the day I was born. As the years went on by, I learned to survive on these streets, I even learned to smile. Zero I know I should let it rest, but I can't drop it. I need to know her name. My gut is riding me hard. My instincts are telling me it's important. I'm the enforcer. If there's even a thread that she's a danger to my club I need to know. When Beggar saves Falon, she passes the biggest test of The Satan Snipers. Taken as a prospect, Beggar can finally get the life she wanted. She gets more than she ever hoped to, a man's heart. But secrets from her past and the man in question set on uncovering the dark that plagues her threatens her new life. Will she learn that the Enforcer of The Satan Snipers is more than able to handle anything, even the reason she calls herself Beggar? "When I was younger I was a beggar by circumstance, when I got older I remained a beggar by choice." Beggar

Shan R.K · Urban
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23 Chs

Zero

Killer walks closer in.

“I could do it,” He suggests rubbing the back of his neck.

“Say what?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes and walks to the vacant chair next to Snake,

“When I took her upstairs, she asked me to wait for her to sleep. She was thrashing and shit then woke up. Told me I could touch her then went back to sleep.”

The thought sends fury like nothing else to overcloud rational thought. Why I don't care.

“She went back to sleep? That's it?” The accusatory is full in my question.

His attention stays above Rounders head, refusing to look at me. He doesn't answer. Just gets up to hide in the shadows.

Killer’s lying, something went down.

And he ain't gonna tell me shit.

I can't go beating his ass for it either.

He got the name Killer in the Navy at 19 and it's not because of his blue eyes and killer looks as Chadley likes to believe.

The others are quiet. Thinking the same thought as me.

“What did Venus vote?” Bull's deep rusty voice fills the room.